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Anna, a perfect match


Chapter One



Anna looked into the mirror and gave herself a nod of
approval: the dark Porsche glasses nicely finished her
disguise job.

Normally, Anna didn't mind some attention, or even bucket
loads of attention. In fact, she couldn't live without it
for extended periods of time. But sometimes, discretion was
in place. Today was one of those "undercover" days. Few
realised how good she actually was in going undercover,
since it usually didn't make it onto the cover of tabloids!

To begin with, she had gathered up her hair in a
surprisingly compact tuft. Who would suspect her famous long
golden tresses hidden in there! Then there was the LA-Lakers
T-shirt. She had never worn it before, and it would blend
her perfectly into the crowd. With no bra underneath it, her
firm tits could do well without, at least when she wasn't
bouncing around a court. With the minuscule shorts, she
accentuated her nicely rounded ass, but she tied a sweater
around her waist to cover that delicious asset for the time
being. Panties weren't needed today. Anna loved the special
feeling of a free-breathing pussy anyway. It helped her to
get in the right mood, especially having people around who
had NO IDEA about the nudity underneath her thin layer of
clothes. And what about the shapely legs? Oh well, you can't
have everything!  This hot summer day would quickly become a
torture if she had to hide THOSE also.

After a last once-over, Anna left her room. She checked out
at the desk, smiling at the receptionist when he failed to
recognize her under the false name. It was only after
stepping into the non-descript rental car that she felt
completely at ease, though. It was just very hard for her to
avoid being watched, whether deliberately downgraded from
goddess to anonymous chick, or not.

After all, that's why she had chosen the grey Buick; any
help to tone down her splendid brilliance was more than
welcome.

With the printed road planner directions spread out on the
passenger seat, she set off to cruise the LA highways. At
the top of the first printed page, it read:

DESTINATION: LAKERS HEALTH SOUTH TRAINING FACILITY

As she left the parking lot, Anna's thoughts drifted to
memories about the last few months.


This adventure had started way back, when Anna went to watch
the LA Lakers in the NBA finals last year. Enrique had been
able to fix some tickets for exorbitantly expensive seats,
about as close as possible to the field. He saw it as a
great investment in public visibility. It was still hot
between them back then, she remembered. But thinking back,
it also struck her that it could actually have been that
very same day that things began to go downhill. The smile on
her face only fainted momentarily. Anna had found out more
than enough reasons in the mean time to realize that their
current, temporary break-up wasn't such a bad thing after
all.

Anyway, as they were watching the match, after about ten
minutes our Russian beauty had experienced a "revelation."
Not a religious one, but an *erotic* revelation. The man who
joined the game at that moment had literally made her jaw
drop and made her feel strange in her belly. Most of the
players were big and powerful, but THIS guy was in a class
of his own. He awakened feelings in Anna that she had never
expected to be there. Feelings that even shocked her to some
degree. His colossal appearance, one big black shiny block
of muscles, reminded her of... It reminded her of something
she barely dared to think of, and it wasn't human for sure!!

The next hour or so, Anna concentrated on his muscles in
motion. The cables that were running over his arms and legs.
His powerful charges with which he blew away any opponent,
sometimes three in one go! It was an awesome display of
force and power. A man who made a girl feel SAFE. Not some
wimpy Latino Casanova-wannabe!!

 From time to time, he would return to the bench, sitting
just a few feet from her. He seemingly covered almost her
entire field of vision with his impressive bull-neck.

Anna didn't remember who won the game that night. But in her
mind, there was no doubt! 


Obtrusive honking of a car-horn forced Anna back into the
present. Annoyed, she looked at the car in the lane next to
her.

"OlÃ(C) chica! Oleeeeey! Aye caramba, want to join our little
party?"

A bunch of Latino machos, all but the driver hanging half
out of the car windows, were cheering and whistling at her.
They were clearly piss drunk as hell. She had concealed her
identity, but certainly not her divine looks! She still
looked as nubile as they come. And it worked like syrup
works for all kinds of flying vermin...

That's how things always went when she ended up in yet
another traffic jam. The LA roads were no different from
Florida in that respect. At least, at home she had the
Porsche. But the powerhouse in the back that she so often
used to get rid of morons like these wasn't of any use in a
traffic jam anyway. 

"You lookin' lonely, senorita. Why not come with us? You
like! Tequila, tequila!"

What a bunch of retarded morons! Almost as she decided to go
into "total ignore" mode, she realized she had to take the
first upcoming exit. Immediately, Anna's mischievous side
took the upper hand and came up with a naughty plan.

"Caramba, baby! Your gringo is one lucky bastardo! Hahaha."

Some temperaments were seriously overheating. Time to blow
their fuses!

After checking that the exit was completely free, Anna made
sure to remain side by side with the car of the annoying
gang. Instead of acting like they didn't exist, she played
the card of provocation; the guys burst out in ever louder
cheering when she turned towards them and suggestively
licked her lips.

"Hmmmm..."

"MADRE DIOS. Come play with us, senorita!"

Then, at the very last moment, Anna not only lifted her
shirt up, but immediately afterwards also took off her
glasses, and winked!

It was comical how the tough bunch silenced completely in
utter astonishment.

Anna stuck out her tongue as the final number of her little
show and yanked her steering wheel to the right. With full
throttle, she left the highway behind. In the rear-view
mirror, she could see how one of the guys landed with his
face flat on the blacktop. 

"WHAHAHAHAHA..."

She couldn't help bursting out in laughter, barely able to
breathe! It was good for the poor guy that they were almost
standing still when he lost balance, hanging out of the
window.

When her belly finally calmed down, she wiped the tears from
her eyes.

"Damn that was fun. That was REALLY fun."

Even if the rest didn't work out as planned, she would still
have enjoyed her share of thrills today.

"Yup Murzik baby, you still have a naughty side! - she spoke
to herself. "Maybe you should do this more often."

If it wouldn't have been so awkward, she would have loved to
even flash them her pussy. Now THAT would have been
something. As for the risk of it getting public, it was so
surrealistic that nobody would believe them anyway.

Anna knew all too well that she was one hot little number,
and she had always enjoyed a tease. She loved to tan topless
in the backyard when her cousin Iwan was on visit. To watch
him drool all over her each time was a delight. One could
swear the bulge in his swimming pants got bigger with every
next family visit! One day, she would put him out of his
misery, she pondered. But first he had to simmer a little
longer in his own boy-cum. He was still a bit too young, but
once he would reach the age of some of the ball boys she had
seduced, it would be rather unfair to not grant a family
member the same as them, wouldn't it? (*note: read the
author's first Anna story to learn more)


Back to the Lakers...


After that exciting evening in LA, she had found out that
she wasn't the only female with secret fantasies about this
awesome hunk. For example, the ladies on the exhibition tour
she was playing, because of her injury, turned out to be
surprisingly well informed about him; many a giggle was
exchanged in the dressing rooms while they talked about his
7"1 and 340 lbs. About his big, skilful hands and fingers,
and his athletic abilities. All properties that made these
girls nervously chuckle with a glimmer of desire in their
eyes. Assumptions about "certain" body parts got the biggest
share of discussion, though. Picture those scenes as a bunch
of fisherwomen boasting about the size of their biggest
catches...  

Every girl wanted Shaquille O'Neal, the imposing center of
the LA Lakers. 

And Shaq wanted every girl. It was the perfect symbiosis.
Free market economy at its best.
 
But none of the other players had any real ambition to go
beyond just dreams and fantasies. That's where Anna was
different. Anna was ambitious in everything. And Anna
usually got what she wanted: either through money, with a
smile, or just with her looks and a "if you help me with
this, you might make a chance" attitude. The Russian had
also the benefit that at her level, her sport had taught her
to work meticulously towards a goal.

Indeed, her determination often stunned people who only knew
her superficially. It was a determination that had its roots
in more than just one breeding ground. One could point to
how her parents raised her, and undoubtedly also to some
genetic influence. It was not John Doe who had the guts to
move from Moscow to Florida. Parents Alla and Sergey had
shown great courage and persistence to endure the horrific
bureaucracy. It was both an example for their daughter, and
a proof of predestination.

Once the dollars of prize money and, foremost, endorsements
and photo-shootings started to flood in, yet another factor
became involved. All the success and idolization threatened
to turn the young Anna into a spoiled brat. When you're used
to getting everything, everyone and everywhere by merely
issuing a command, venting a wish or faking a smile, a "no"
becomes hard to swallow.

Although Anna was already a few years beyond this almost
inevitable phase in the life of a young celebrity, she still
suffered from some leftover conditioned behavior. She tried
hard and honestly to not lose her temper when things didn't
go her way. But the nagging feelings of frustration deep
inside, she couldn't eliminate completely yet. She was
determined to get exactly what she wanted, no less!

Not that she was often in such a position. Her natural charm
and beauty were spearheaded by a cute smile that made men,
bar none, melt on the spot. Not only figuratively, but
sometimes also literally, since some seemed to actually
PRODUCE a spot in her presence. As a result, she was treated
like a princess, and words like "no", "difficult" and
"impossible" were almost extinct in Anna Kournikova-land.

Nearly the same had happened to the word "wish."

Anna still used it, but somehow it had become an empty word
for her. Whereas ordinary people reserved the term for
really special occasions or desires (and had an abundance of
unfulfilled ones), the Russian had a hard time to still come
up with one. Whenever she saw a falling star, she just gave
up trying after a few minutes!

It had dawned on her only a few months ago. One day, she was
surfing the Net when she stumbled upon a list of things
people absolutely loved to experience, at least once in
their lives. #1 on the list was, by quite some margin,
"swimming among dolphins." An eerie feeling struck her when
reading this. It was precisely what she had done a few years
ago already, at the age of 17, in the Melbourne Zoo. Yet
another sponsor gift during a Grand Slam. Could this be any
more symbolic?

She had also flown a MIG jet airplane. She had petted a
tiger. She had met the President of the United States in
person. She had worked with the best photographers in the
world in the most exotic locations. She had worn creations
of the top couturiers. She had driven an Indy car and even a
bob sledge. The list went on and on...

Had she ALREADY consumed the icing on the cake of life?

There had been plenty of examples of other people, in such a
position, who had reverted to drugs or even suicide in
extreme cases. Strange things can happen in the heads of
people who thought they had seen it all.

And indeed, the months that followed hadn't been the
happiest in Anna's young life. Those few targets she had
still set, like winning a tournament for once, seemed
elusive now that she was hit by injuries and the evolution
in women's tennis. Objectively speaking, there was still
hope. But since she had attached herself to 'Latin Lover'
Enrique Iglesias, it had become harder to focus on her game.
She had unconsciously scrapped a tournament victory from her
list of remaining wishes. Instead, she now focused on...
Yes, on what? Nobody, including Anna herself, seemed to have
a clue sometimes. But in the new biotope Enrique dragged her
into, this seemed the norm. Spicing up celebrity parties and
'being noticed' in general, raised your status in those
circles.

Indeed, she seemed to focus on her fame instead of her game.

For a while she had joined her new flame in that artificial
rollercoaster, but it was hardly satisfying in the long
term. It only made her mind go number and number, her joy in
life becoming smaller and smaller. Smiles were still there,
but only in front of the camera and after considerable
effort.

But then, there was that night at the Lakers...

For the first time in a long period, Anna had felt her
heartbeat speed up. Her hand palms became sweaty. A blush of
excitement appeared on her puffy cheeks... and between her
legs it got rather soppy!

That's when she realized, in a flash, that the Internet poll
had only covered the 'politically correct' desires. There
was ANOTHER list, in the back of the heads of people. She
knew all too well she figured on many of those lists
herself. And the top entry on her personal secret wish list
was parading in front of her, on the field.

What she also realized was that this wish was not a matter
of simply asking or demanding from her staff. This had to be
WORKED for. This needed a PLAN. FOCUS. A new challenge to
put her teeth into. JUST what she needed.




Chapter Two



Anna stopped for traffic lights and tried to concentrate on
the directions. That -(TM)s harder than you think when you're
horny! On days like this, when she had her mind set on sex,
almost anything seemed to trigger her. Recalling memories
about Shaq, her little adventure with the Latino gang,
combined with the stimulating feeling of her bare pussy
against the fabric of her shorts had all accumulated and
started to improve the blood circulation around certain
private areas. And Anna felt her blood was not the only body
juice that was streaming well.

This girl was glowing in anticipation! Even on a cold
winter's day she would have been sweating.

The fact that one of those Latinos on the freeway had, from
a distance, actually resembled Enrique a bit (or was it her
sexed-up mind playing tricks?) didn't help. Yeah, they had
decided to give each other a little freedom. But she had
fallen for his looks in the first place and still had a soft
spot for his type. Taste, even BAD taste, doesn't change
overnight!

Her crush on her newfound Black Stallion was of a different
order still; while she could at least IMAGINE Enrique as the
father of her offspring, her new obsession was merely the
work of the Selfish Horny Gene inside her.


Soon after her desire had started materializing, she had
worked out her strategy and undertaken the first steps. That
was after discarding her initial idea to infiltrate the
"Lakers Girls," the traditional cheerleader club of the
Lakers. She realized she was too famous to make THAT plan
work. And besides, she probably would be fucked by all the
other players, too, in that case. She wouldn't really mind
with most of them, but still...

But it was via those Lakers Girls that Anna got the bulk of
the information that she was going to need. Naturally, she
started attending as many Lakers -(TM) games as possible, and
took every opportunity to socialize with the unofficial
players' harem. They turned out to be quite nice girls,
really. They couldn't quote Shakespeare or name two South
American countries, let alone dance, but they were great at
smiling artificially and giving head! They also sucked at
saying "NO." Careful interrogations showed Anna that every
single one of them had joined the Girls via the same
procedure. Now all she had to do was to follow the same
recipe...

And it looked like she was a perfect ingredient.

Step one consisted of showing up to cheer the players' cars
after a training or match, in scanty textile. Usually, there
would be a large group of semi-naked girls crowding around
the exit of the Lakers' training centre parking lot. The
parade of limos, Rolls, SUVs and Italian sports cars would
then drive by at a snail's pace and invite chicks by
stopping at their height. One simply had to look plain
gorgeous and/or sluttish enough to be noticed.

That part couldn't go wrong in her eyes.

Step two? Step two took place in the backseat and was for
most not only a means, but also the eventual goal.
Naturally, Anna was no different in that respect, and again
had no doubts about the positive outcome. She just had to
make sure that only the front car would stop, since this was
the Shaqmobile, of the man who had naturally imposed himself
to draft his fuck toys first in line.


"SHIT. Why are these damn printouts always so confusing!"

Anna had pulled the car to the side of the road and was
trying to locate landmarks on her map... in vain! Normally
she was driven wherever she went and didn't have to figure
out directions on her own. And it looked like she didn't
have much talent for it, either. Or maybe it was just the
usual female lack of orientation in our complex 3-D
universe. The 2-D map proved challenging enough already, as
illustrated by her frustrated sighs.

The sound of ticking against the windshield made her look
up.

"Having problems, miss?"

A police officer was peeking inside, through the open
window, and probably also into her loose shirt. That was
just a guess though, because of the dark glasses he was
wearing.

"You know you can't park here, darling."

Anna loved his condescending tone. NOOOOT!

"Oh, hi officer. I'm sorry but I..."

"WAIT! DON'T say anything. Give me your lovely hand, if you
don't mind, miss, please?"

"But... what?"

"No worries. Chief McNamara just wants to read your hand. A
little hobby of mine."

"Eh, sure... Why not, eh?"  [What a moron!]

Chief McNamara pulled Anna's hand through the window and
started "reading," with far more stealthy desire than Anna
found decent for a law enforcer. He looked more like a
hand-fetishist to her, the way he was gently stroking the
back of her hand and her palm.

"Miss..?"

"Gradenko."

"Right... Miss Gradenko has no secrets for me. Your lines
tell me that you're here to become a Lakers Girl. Am I right
or not?"

Anna looked stunned, and didn't need to answer.

"And she is lost. She needs to turn around and go left at
the previous crossing if she wants to find the training
center."

"How..?"

"Have a good day, miss. The lines look promising; just make
sure to always cover your back!"

He turned around before Anna would notice the fun he was
having. Little did she know that he brought this act here
just about every Wednesday. Each and every week he had to
drive out to pick up stranded blondes (not that anybody
FORCED him to), like kids that had gotten lost at the beach.
And bring them to the Lakers Gods when they descended from
their Olympus.

But he wasn't jealous. Every once in a while, he could get a
piece of the pie. The Lakers not only brought a lot of money
to the city, but also a lot of sex.

Anna drove off, still wondering about the hows and why's,
but soon found the right route now. Only minutes later, she
mixed with an army of other girls who were going into
battle.



As the parade of player-cars approached, the road was lined
with a seething tapestry of bright bikini colors, and skin
tones from the palest pink to the deepest black. An
ear-deafening wave of cheers built up the closer they came,
as collective hysteria took hold of the crowd. Girls seemed
to lose their minds, some even (intentionally?) their
bikini-tops as the first cars drove by, slowing down to
better inspect the assorted meats. The sound and excitement
were soon becoming almost unbearable, and started to pull
more and more girls into downright delirium.

Anna stood out, as she remained calm and composed. She was
tried and tested against several kinds of hysteria, mostly
involving hordes of teenage boys. It all passed above her
head, and she felt superior to the chaotic armada of bimbos
and cheap amateur whores around her. She had everything to
be a true beacon of class and natural beauty in a turbulent
sea of future also-rans.

This was going to be easier than she could have hoped!

Although it may have looked like a formality, tennis had
taught Anna to take no chances. Among chickens, a peacock
doesn't need to unfold its tail, but nevertheless he does it
anyway! Likewise, she released her long blonde tresses to
reveal an awesome golden waterfall, dropped the sweater to
better display her tight ass and fit upper legs, and put on
her famous bright smile.

With all weapons on edge, nothing could go wrong.

Thus, Anna was only *slightly* worried when the lead car
stopped the first time well ahead of her area. She knew it
was her target's car. A big black modified van, the license
plate started with "SHAQ". The windows were blinded, but she
imagined him with his nose pressed against them on the
inside, licking his lips while checking out the goods on
display.

Surely he had good taste and an eye for quality? There was
no reason to panic, Anna told herself.

Nevertheless, she became a little restless next, as a window
was pulled down and a pair of ultra-sluttish, large-breasted
black bimbos went totally crazy. Apparently, His Greatness
was signaling THEM to join him inside!

Anna couldn't believe her eyes when the driver stepped out,
with the engine still running, walked around the car and let
the hysterical pair into the back. Their exciting screams
filtered out of the cacophony as soon as the door closed
behind them.

The van quickly picked up speed again and whizzed by... past
a dumbfounded and speechless Anna!

Immediately, the Russian could feel the usual frustration
build up inside. It looked like she wasn't going to get what
she wanted, and this could mean only ONE thing: she was
going to SCREAM it out!!

"YOU STUUUUUPID BASTARD!!!"

Anna's head looked like a red beet. It was an outbreak of
helpless anger, devoid of any hope. She had traveled all
that far, for NOTHING. What a nightmare this day was turning
into! What a pitiful life she had! And those NBA stars were
all just primitive cavemen!

But about 30 yards further, the van suddenly came to a halt
in a cloud of burning rubber, the screeching of brakes
ripping through the air. Still in a state of shock, Anna
witnessed how the door on the other side was opened and the
busty couple was thrown out, protesting loudly. A second
later, the driver put the car in reverse and delivered it
right in front of our girl.

Once more, the heavy door swung open. This time there was no
hysteria and no confusion; as soon as the two babes had
entered Shaq's van, the crowd had concentrated on the next
in line, leaving Anna alone at her spot.

Had Shark Shaq bitten the bait after all?

As the door opened, the loud tones of a typical second-rate
rap song joined the chugging exhaust and the roaring engine.
Then everything got silent. For a second or two, Anna stared
into the empty blackness. Then she cut the knot and jumped
inside, engulfed in total darkness as the door closed behind
her.



Chapter Three


Gradually, her eyes started adjusting to the lack of bright
daylight. First, two shiny white rows of teeth, the symmetry
broken by a single gold one, materialized. Then she picked
up a variety of flashy gold plated necklaces and rings.
Finally, the gaps were filled in by an enormous silhouette.

It spoke...

"Welcome to the Shaqmobile, young lady!"

The welcoming speech, short and to the point, was followed
by a CLICK. Suddenly the interior bathed in atmospheric
pinkish light, revealing the identity of the jewelry shop
next to her. It was, indeed, the one and only Shaquille
O'Neal himself, who saw his grin reflected in his young
pickup's dark glasses.

Anna let her eyes wander around; the interior of the back of
the van seemed completely adjusted to its owner's scale and
decadence. On the backside was a luxury brown leather seat
over the entire width. Then, facing it, there was another
single seat on the driver's side. The leather was hemmed up
with gaudy purple material, stitched to it with gold wire.
Behind the passenger seat, a fridge and bar were installed
while the gap in the middle contained a flat screen with
apparently a computer connected to it (at least there was a
mini-keyboard visible).

Shaq himself was sitting on the skin of some
close-to-extinction feline. Apart from the jewelry, he was
stripped to the waist, wearing only a reversed baseball cap
and boxer shorts. Both were in the well-known Lakers colors.
With his albatross-arms stretched out on top of the back
seat, his torso seemed to fill the interior completely.
That's what they call 'wall-to-wall'!

Anna tried to catch her breath, her mouth half-open. The
strong impression Shaq made on her right now, from this
close, surprised even her. She should have realized that
something that looks so big, even from a distance, turns out
to be intimidatingly giant when you get anywhere up close.

Startled, she was looking for words to break the silence.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce yourself to Shaq and
his buddy Wilson? Sweetie, meet Wilson, my personal driver.
Wilson, this is...?"

Only now that the basketball legend pointed at him, Anna
noticed the driver peeking between the two front seats.

"Hello, miss!"

Somehow, the idea of having the company of a third person,
seemed to comfort the otherwise so extrovert girl and loosen
up her tongue.

"Anna, my name is Anna. Glad to meet you, Wilson."

She did her best effort to hide her disdain with a smile.
The big guy who's warm and sticky hand she was shaking,
reminded her of one of those clichÃ(C) fat rappers. The type
that hired lingerie models for their videos, in the hope to
turn the shootings into filthy orgies.

Wilson was BIG indeed. For most, it was difficult to believe
that he and Shaq once formed a reputable basket-duo as
youngsters in the slums. Drafting them for the neighborhood
championships was an assurance against defeat. Shaq had gone
on to become an NBA legend, but Wilson had apparently lacked
the talent and character. Or maybe it was that every time
his mate got a vertical adolescent growth spurt, Wilson
seemed to get a horizontal one.

It hadn't managed to drive them apart though. After all
those years, they still got along with each other as if
nothing had happened since their childhood. They were hand
in glove. Shaq had no problem sharing some of his success
with his buddy, who he had adopted as his driver/personal
security guard. While Wilson only allowed the Chosen Chicks
to approach Shaq, Shaq did him favors back. His $65
million-contract with Reebok, for example, contained a
special clause. And so it happened that Wilson appeared in
his very own donut commercial.

"Enough formality. What can Shaq do for this lovely lady?"

The silhouette turned towards Anna and landed a big warm paw
on her left knee. Humming the tune of "Crazy in Love", he
drummed along with his fingers and slowly crawled up Anna's
thigh. His eyes lustfully focused on the area where her soft
skin tunneled into the loose shorts.

"HOLD IT, BIG BOY!"

Shaq froze, clearly surprised.

"Are you afraid to look me in the eyes, or what?"

Anna pointed at the dark glasses she was still wearing. Shaq
laughed, a bit relieved. For a second there, he thought it
was again one of those annoyingly late "NO"-girls. There
should be a federal law against that kind of cruel teasing!
As a girl, you knew what to expect when you boarded the
Shaqmobile.

"Of course not! You're right; it's no style to keep those
enchanting eyes hidden. Let me help you."

His hand left Anna's thigh (already she longed after the
return of his warm touch) and lifted the glasses from her
face... only to drop them instantly on the floor!

"By the God Almighty Wilt Chamberlain!"

Wilson joined his boss in his surprise. The girl with the
sheepish grin on her face was now finally recognized by both
as the world-famous tennis babe.

"To be more precise: Kournikova, Anna Kournikova. But
friends call me 'Murzik'."

She enjoyed the amazement she caused in the two men. Anna
craved little ego-boosts like these. Even more so because
Shaq was probably a lot harder to amaze than ordinary guys.

"Well, aren't you going to say something?" Now she also gave
him a taste of his own medicine...

Surprisingly, it was Wilson who recovered first.

"Gee... Welcome, Miss Kournikova. Something in the back of
my mind had already recognized you. I've heard a lot about
you, and I am even a bit of a fan! Welcome aboard our little
driving sanctuary."

"Euh, yeah! Pleased to meet you," Shaq now also contributed.

"Glad to hear that I'm welcome." (It would have been
earth-shattering for Anna to find out that she was NOT
welcome somewhere!)

"Certainly, certainly! Wow, you can say that it's a bit of a
surprise. Why not just pay me and the mates a visit in the
dressing rooms after a match? I mean, I've noticed you in
the stands quite often lately. We don't BITE, you know. And
just about everyone in the team is a fan."

"Ah, you know all too well how it would go in that case. The
media would be all over it. We wouldn't be able to do the
things we want to do, or talk about what we really want to
talk about, would we? It's much better like this, incognito,
in the privacy of your own van."

A strange atmosphere settled itself now. Shaq was acting
rather reserved and stiff, not sure how to behave himself.
Each word he spoke gave away a growing disinterest and
apathy. Not only didn't he associate this place with normal
conversations, he was also puzzled about the Russian's
intentions. In any case, he didn't expect much exciting to
happen, so his libido was put to sleep, at least
temporarily.

As for Anna, she found out reality can be slightly more
complex than the simple scenarios developing themselves in a
horny girl -(TM)s brain. Her numerous nightly fantasies, hands
between legs, had never contained a Wilson. They DID contain
a horny and "energetic" Shaq, not a lethargic bear in
hibernation.

While chatting, she was trying to figure out how to
elegantly bridge this gap between fantasy and reality. And
how to write the Fat Pig out of the scenario, as he ruined
her appetite!!

"So, doesn't it sometimes get too much, all this
over-the-top behavior of your fans?" Anna nodded in the
general direction of the hysterical mass.

"I know *I* sometimes feel like having a break."

"Oh, of course it can be annoying at times. But they are my
fans, so I try my best to always treat them with respect.
I'm sure you try too?"

"Yeah, I know the struggle. Especially the ball boys can be
quite pushy at times. You wouldn't *believe* some of the
silliness I've experienced with them. Sometimes they expect
more than a signature, if you know what I mean."

She gave Shaq a naughty wink.

Whatever she was going to come up with, it was important to
keep him at least lukewarm, so he would be easy to get up to
working temperature. She had to keep the conversation going,
and try to throw out some bait in the process.

"Oh yeah, fans can be really obtrusive at times, you don't
have to tell me!  

 -œSay, I was wondering what went wrong with the two ladies
you let out?"

"Oh... they... didn't go in the same direction as we in the
end."

"Were they trying something? Did they bother you?"

"How do you mean? No, no... They expected a lift to the
city, but we were heading straight to Shaq's Palace, outside
town."

"Ah good... You know, when I saw you sitting there without a
T-shirt, the first idea I had was that they were hunting
memorabilia with a bit too much enthusiasm, - she grinned.
 -œYou know I once had a fan pull down my mini-skirt, while I
was entering a practice-court through a thick row of
spectators. That was a bit of a scare, I can tell you. And
quite embarrassing how I was standing there in my panties."

"I'd kill if anyone did that to me!" Shaq chuckled. He
looked like he was loosening up a bit already. Anna's female
intuition told her Shaq had already effectively pulled down
her panties in thoughts.

"He he, I guess it depends when it happens, and who does
it."

"Hmmm??"

"With a bit of bad luck, I would have lost my panties as
well! Since that day, I've doubled my bodyguard staff. A
body like mine needs to be guarded well, it seems. I'm sure,
with a Hercules-frame like yours, you can take care of
yourself?"

Anna made sure to inject an unmistakable tone of desire into
that last comment. At the same time, her eyes were
practically eating "Hercules" alive. For the moment, she
kept her hands to herself though.

"Hahaha! Thanks for the compliment. I guess you can say
that. But when there are as many as on days like this, they
could overpower even Shaq. No, the only time when I have
trouble handling fans is when they ask for money."

"How's that?"

"Well, last week for example I had this kid asking me to pay
the kidney-transplant of his brother. They just know I can't
say 'NO'. Good that I signed that $65 million contract last
year!"

"You WHAT???"

Shaq repeated, with an intonation as if he was talking about
the weather: "Like I said, I signed a $65 million dollar
contract with Reebok last year. Or was it 67? Can't
remember."

Immediately, Anna fell out of her role; the careful teasing,
the suggestion... it was wiped out of her brain by genuine
shock and indignation.

She had always been proud about being one of the best-paid
people in the sports world. In fact, sometimes she put more
energy and determination into THAT than into her game. And
now she was - seriously - overpowered in that area by some
lousy basketball player.

"You're JOKING, right? Nobody can wrest THAT much money!" 

"Shaq never jokes about money. And he's paid according to
his value. His TRUE value."

"Ah, come on! I'm in the spotlights on AND off the court,
ALL the time. AND Mister, in an INDIVIDUAL sport, where
matches often take almost two hours!"

"YOUR matches also?" Shaq produced an evil grin.

Anna didn't pay attention and droned on: "... while you play
a stupid team sport. And still you would make more than
double of what I do? That's just not honest! What did I say?
It's downright IMMORAL!"

"Hahaha! Don't make me laugh. It's perfectly normal for Shaq
to have everything that other people have, but BIGGER. It
seems you still have to get used to my scale, young lady!"

"So you think, because you're bigger, you're BETTER at
everything, eh? Or maybe because you're a *man*, even?"

Anna, competitive as she was, couldn't just take that. She
was going to show him!

"Well, let me ask you THIS: did anyone ever write a SONG
about you, eh? I have my own SONG, buddy!"

Shaq didn't utter a word, but instead he turned on the
stereo again and put the volume on 10. The same ordinary rap
tune as before rang out of the speakers, torturing Anna's
eardrums.

"Yeah, blaq supaman (blaq supaman) 
Everybody know yeah, yeah 
(Shaq supaman) 
Future above them all 
Barney Rubble (everybody know) 
(Shaq supaman) future flex 
T.W.IsM. the world is mine (everybody know) all mine 
(Shaq supaman) yeah, yeah 
Uh (Shaq diesel) yeah (everybody know) 
Yeah (Shaq supaman) "


Shaq shouted to get on top of the unbearable racket.

"DO YOU HEAR THIS? THIS IS MY SONG, I WROTE AND SANG IT
MYSELF."

Then he opened up a small drawer in the middle console and
took out three CD cases. He waved them right before Anna's
eyes and turned down the music.

"... and these are the three CD's that I produced thus far.
750,000 sold presently. Not bad eh?"

Anna tried to say something, but at first the words remained
stuck. She was growing beet-red again.

"BIG DEAL! That 'music' is always the same boring shit.
Latino Rock, on the other hand... Anyway, I bet you don't
have a decent website. MINE is one of the most-visited on
the web. The computer guy told me last week that they had
upgraded to a 69-bit machine because the old one couldn't
keep track any longer!"

Shaq kept smiling. He couldn't help thinking by himself that
he wouldn't mind a bit of 69 with this "girl of 69-bit"...
Again, he remained silent. But now he fetched the wireless
keyboard and put it on his knee.

He tapped a few keys, and the flatscreen lit up. A browser
window appeared, and five seconds later Anna was staring at
the front page of Shaq.net over a satellite connection. It
was just as flashy, and had just as many useless features
focused on selling stuff as her site.

The deep tan of Anna's face had acquired a distinctive red
shine. For a stubborn and proud girl like her, all this
humiliation almost equaled a declaration of war! She had
meanwhile completely forgotten about what she was here for
with Shaq.

Agitated, she snatched the keyboard from "that moron"'s
hands, and typed the address of Octagon, her agency. As if
it was her own homepage, she purposefully navigated through
some pages until a list of "estimated revenues for 2003"
appeared.

With a triumphant look in the eyes, she pointed to the top
of the list;

"What does that read, Mr. Shaq?"

"KOURNIKOVA A.	W TENNIS	$150,000,000	40%"

"I practically keep the whole business running on my own. I
have RESPONSIBILITIES, Mister!"

Against her expectations, Shaq's smile still didn't fade for
a single moment. Instead it only got wider! He calmly took
the keyboard back on his lap and used the trackball to click
through a few more links.

"Before you continue bragging, maybe better read this?"

THIS page also contained a list...

OCTAGON SHAREHOLDERS
====================
1. O'NEAL INDUSTRIES				51%
2. ..."

It took Anna a few seconds to realize what she had just read
on the first line. But Shaq had no trouble identifying the
exact moment that it got through to her, as her bottom lip
started trembling.

It was clear that she could burst out (into tears?) any
second now. Right under that lovely surface was a volcano of
frustration waiting. It definitely gave her something sexy,
Shaq noticed. Anna became twice as attractive when she
developed a pout. Or, to be more precise, when her
continuous pout got more pronounced.

Meanwhile she had arrived at a point where she would do
ANYTHING to avoid defeat. Or to at least momentarily paint
an expression of astonishment over the irritating smile on
his mug.

With unconcealed amusement, Shaq watched how she finally
snatched the keyboard back once more. He was curious also,
about what would be her next move in this silly battle of
egos.

Anna's pretty face was one big thundercloud as she rammed
the keys with remarkable aggression. After a good number of
visits to the backspace key, she had typed a URL:

http://www.redlighthost.com/celebrities/tmfu/index.htm

"Money is one thing, but when it comes to honest and true
devotion by fans, I wipe the floor with you, matey!"

<ENTER>

"WHAT THE F... I mean, JEZUS CHRIST! Is that YOU???"

Slowly, the screen filled itself with Anna Kournikovas in
varying degrees of nudity, ranging from rather tame men's
magazine type of stuff, to the filthiest XXX-footage.

"Of course not, innocent toddler that you are! These are
photo-manipulations by some of my biggest fans. The ones who
truly appreciate my qualities."

There was not a hint of irony in her voice.

"But, but... Aren't you going to sue them or something?"

Just seconds ago, Shaq had been determined to remain stone
cold, whatever Anna was going to throw at him. But when
you're shocked, you're shocked! The wonder and astonishment
splattered from his face, making Anna instantly feel much
better again.

It was really refreshing to actually hear him STUMBLE for
once.

"Oh well... I've talked about it with my lawyers. But it
would be such a hassle, and they don't make money with it.
It would create even more attention for something that I
can't possibly officially endorse. Even though I quite like
some of them myself! Just look at the one where I sit on the
car; the color of the Porsche is the only thing he got
wrong. But isn't it funny?"

"The ONLY thing?"

Staring right into the spread-open pussy on the pic, Shaq
had to swallow.

While he was staring at the screen, totally fascinated,
Anna's eyes inadvertently wandered to his groin area,
attracted by a subtle movement under the yellow-purple
fabric. Something was growing in there. Something BIG. That
was the little hint she needed to refocus her thoughts on
her mission. A mission that suddenly seemed well under way
by this time. Remarkable how the natural flow of things
sometimes helps you out when you don't know how to handle a
situation!

"Huh?"

The feeling of a delicate female touch on his bare chest got
Shaq out of his trance. It made him look away from the
arousing images on the computer screen, right into the
naughty look Anna was throwing at him. This promised MORE
than just a simple chat! He answered her touch with the
broadest of smiles. At last the complicated situation
cleared up. As a man, impossible to misinterpret lighthouse
signals were what he needed. Girls who came with a manual
didn't last long on board the Shaqmobile.

Anna continued rubbing, and circled her fingers around
Shaq's nipples, sending shivers throughout his entire chest,
and lower...



Chapter Four


Behind his steering wheel, Wilson adjusted the rearview
mirror to watch the scene in the back. His grin was possibly
even broader than his boss's. He had seen enough already.

In the end, all girls are born equal. That much he had
learned since he was driving for Shaq.  Black or white, red
or yellow, voluptuous or hard bodied, rich or poor, young or
old... You name it. Over time he had observed them ALL on
that backseat, and they ALL were after just one thing: BLACK
COCK. In ample size please, thank you. Wilson could now add
one entry to his list: "Famous, or a nobody."

In the absence of other thoughts, the amateur anthropologist
within him often pondered about what it was with girls. Did
they get up in the morning with the image of big black
penises in their minds, or was it only while eating a
banana? Whatever, it meant that being Afro-American had at
least ONE advantage in the end. Michael Jackson had to be
MORE nuts than nuts!


On the backseat behind him, Anna meanwhile bent over towards
Shaq until they were cheek-to-cheek. Her luscious lips
almost touched his earlobes when she whispered:

"You've seen already most of me now. So, when are you going
to show it?"

"Show what??"

"Your ebone-er of course," she added with an arch smile, and
quick as a weasel she gave the ridge in his pants a gentle
queeze.

Shaq was caught by surprise and made a little jump in his
seat. Yes, his cock had been touched and handled many, many
times before in this car, on this seat. Even without shorts
around it! But never unanticipated like this.

Anna sniggered.

"A-HAA! Did I find your Achilles -(TM) heel?" she laughed.

Then, with a roguish look in her eyes: "I'll promise not to
tell anybody. IF we can have some fun together, that is!"

Shaq's eyes continued growing wider; since the very second
when the sexy blonde had transformed into Anna Kournikova by
putting off her glasses, he had switched from "fuck"-mode to
"conversation"-mode, which was not to his liking, so he had
forced a wry smile all the time (Anna was much better at
faking it for the camera).

No, he didn't mind meeting Anna, far from. But his agenda
for this afternoon had originally contained a good solid
fuck and that was the last thing he expected from her. Yeah,
it had been often talk-of-the-day in the dressing rooms,
after yet another match where she had shown up as spectator.
They jokingly speculated about when she was going to join
the Lakers Girls. Not one single player didn't want to fill
her every hole, it seemed. But that was guy talk, and this
was REALITY. Lakers stars fucked cheerleaders or candidates,
but that's as far as their privileges reached. Girls like
Anna, or BeyoncÃ(C) for example, remained elusive even for
them. Even NBA stars can still dream. Or you had to get very
lucky.

And Shaq started to realize that maybe he HAD gotten very
lucky!

"Hey, are you ASLEEP or what?"

If it hadn't dawned on him yet by now, Anna was soon going
to make sure it would; she didn't wait for Shaq to answer,
but playfully pushed him with his back against the seat and
mounted his right knee, wrapping her athletic legs around
his enormous thigh. She kicked off her slippers and shifted
higher up, rolling up his boxers as she moved close enough
to whisper into his ear again. Her loose shorts got stuck
between them and exposed her bare pussy ever so slightly. A
slick trail was left as her damp pussylips dragged over
Shaq's hairy skin.

"Why don't you suggest to Wilson he park the van and take a
breath of fresh air. What do you think?" she purred.

Shaq's brain needed a second to process that she didn't wear
any panties; oh boy, did it make his erection jerk!

"Good idea!" he immediately responded, surprising himself
with the loudness of his own words. He also had to clear his
throat before continuing.

"Wilson?" Shaq shrugged again.

"Yes, Mr. O'Neal?" (In the presence of important people,
Wilson reverted to more formal communication.)

"We have been driving for a while now, and it's still some
way to go. So I suggest we pull out at the next parking
area, and you take a walk to inhale a breath of fresh air."

"Not a bad idea, sir."

"I'll page you with the mobile when you've cleared your
head."

Anna chuckled; they all, no doubt Wilson included, knew full
well what exactly was going on, underneath a thin layer of
make-pretend. But each played the role expected from him or
her. So, Wilson was going to "take a breath of fresh air"
until his "head was clear again."

And Wilson wasn't to object. Usually, Shaq's fuck toys
didn't care in the least whether he watched, recorded things
on video or even threw in his own $0.02. But he accepted
that the Kournikova girl was a different breed. This was not
a mongrel. This was a thoroughbred! And she needed to be
handled accordingly.

"As you wish, sir." He would hear the raunchy details later.

Shaq meanwhile realized he was not only talking loud but
also breathing rather heavy and jagged. He was really and
truly becoming excited, it seemed! These routine backseat
fucks had become a bit of a rut over the years. The highs,
represented by a few favorite girls who returned from time
to time, were becoming fewer and fewer among the usual
mediocrity. It was almost auto-pilot most of the time, a
"compulsory act." But now, it was different. Here he was
sitting, mounted by a girl who actually matched his
excellence, in her own territory, with beauty and downright
hotness. Was it *respect* he was feeling? It was awe, and a
deep awareness of the unique chance he was offered. He was
going to screw Anna Kournikova, and he was going to love
every single second of it!

Hopefully for Anna, who was wiggling her saddle wet, he
would leave some seconds for her, too.


Chapter Five


Wilson took the first small road that looked suitable and
parked in a spot that seemed rarely frequented by
pedestrians, yet not a weird place to halt your car.

He looked over his shoulder, to face the contrasting couple,
"ebony and ivory." Even though Anna had a delicious tan all
over her body, the difference was quite obvious.

"Have fun while I take a breath of fresh air," he grinned.

Then he took his mobile and got out. Shaq immediately
activated the central door lock. He hadn't even pulled his
arm back when Anna was all over his body with her hands,
driven by an inextinguishable lust.

"My Goooooood, you're so...so strong!!! They feel almost
like steel! Let me TOUCH them!"

She eagerly traced the contours of his massive shoulders,
squeezed his biceps and encouraged him to puff them up.

"Like I said... Hercules, man. Hercules!"

She put her hands behind his head and tried to pull, only to
find out that it was steady as a rock. She wandered all over
his chest with her hands, sucking up the body heat that was
radiating from its surface, tugging his curly chest hair.
She balled her fists and thumped them forcefully into his
chest. Judging by how her tongue was flicking unconsciously
over her full lips all the time, she was having a ball doing
it! Each of her explorative actions confirmed and amplified
what she had expected - and hoped - all that time: Shaq was
an ANIMAL. He could snap her in two, he could crush her
every bone if he wanted. One solid block of primal brute
force. 

If he suddenly decided to rape her, she probably wouldn't
stand a chance, and wouldn -(TM)t survive it. Maybe it was this
idea of DANGER that got her adrenalin running. One of the
few things she could still get a kick out of. But of course,
considering he was a public person and not a nutcase (as far
as his behavior suggested), the danger was merely an
illusion anyway.  Or was it?

Still, the idea of being in the presence of it, so close
that she was completely in its power, had an almost perverse
effect on Anna. She had been able to keep cool, and cover up
all these effects thus far (except that she was juicing up).
But now the excitement was bubbling up unrestricted. She
almost lost control of herself.

"1,2,3..." She let her index finger glide over Shaq's
washboard. Her heart was beating wildly.

"Shaquille, you're a hunk, did you know that? I mean, my
God, you're strong as... as a horse. Yeah, that's it!! A
horse."

Anna was glad she was finally able to properly word what she
meant. She loved horses; from when she was just a little
kid, she had always felt strongly attracted towards them.
Whenever she saw the chance, she tried to ride one as a
relaxing pastime. Was she expecting the same from Shaq? At
least he was a decent match in terms of sheer power and
size.

Her black stallion gladly put up with her pawing, wearing a
silly smile on his face. Sure he understood by now that Anna
only saw him as a lust object. But after all, the feeling
was mutual. At this moment he didn't see her as much more
than a pleasure toy to wrap around his dick, either. A
sentiment that he didn't expect to evolve much over the next
couple of hours.

After she had had her first good look and feel, Anna backed
off and nestled herself on his knee. Immediately, her eyes
were drawn towards the yellow-purple boxers again, right in
the center of her view.

"Oh, damn!"

Her mouth fell open. It had to be a truly magnificent piece
of equipment that was now slowly unfolding itself in there.
Focusing her eyes on the swelling, she got that same tingly
feeling again in her belly and underbody, only much more
intense now than while watching Shaq on the field.

"Are you sure you stopped growing already??"

Shaq laughed with the witty remark, but Anna kept a stony
face. She was totally mesmerized.

Pale spots appeared on her bottom lip as her teeth pushed
the blood out of it. And with a hungry look in her eyes, she
relaxed her tense fists, planning to release the mythical
Thing that most girls could only talk about.

She reached out, questioning eyes directed at Shaq.

"M-may I? Can I?"

"Hehe.. Whatever you say, darling. Be my guest."

He gladly cooperated by slightly lifting his back while Anna
grabbed the waistband and pulled down shorts and panties in
one go. She stood up momentarily to pull them beyond his
knees, and drop them on the floor. To augment the tension
even more, her eyes remained closed while doing all this.
Shaq's mammoth dick in itself seemed not enough for Anna!
She was after maximum shock effect.

After taking a deep breath, it was time to face her destiny.
She settled her hot little ass on his knee again and slowly
opened her eyes...

"Oh h-holy sh..."

Anna had thought she had prepared herself, but still skipped
a heartbeat when she established first contact.
Spontaneously, her hand moved up to cover her pout, and her
eyes grew wide.

It was bigger. It had to be bigger than what they all -
seriously - considered "probable."

Although she didn't really trust her judgment skills under
these circumstances, Shaq's balls looked like chicken eggs,
and the huge purple head on top seemed laid by an even
bigger bird! The tip was already wet. Anna seemed to break
eggshells by merely looking at them. The length remained
inconclusive for the time being. Shaq was holding the base
with one hand, slowly stroking with the other.

"Meet Johnson," he grinned while he looked up at her.

Anna smiled back; why was it that all men gave their penis a
name? She had never given her pussy one. But it sure was
funny and got her in a more relaxed, playful mood.

"And Johnson is MINE! - she growled. And like an attacking
tiger, she reached out with her claws to catch it, firmly
clamping her fists around it.

Like a predator guarding its prey, she didn't intend to let
go of it anytime soon! Her delicate female touch made it
look as if someone was pumping air into an inflatable boat.
That's how fast it seemed to grow, to her! She chuckled
nervously, as soon, she could grip it with both hands
together, and still she didn't touch his balls or cock head.

"Mpfff... Oh yeah, knead me, baby!"

Shaq slightly shifted his position and grunted as Anna
carefully squeezed his meat pole a first time. It felt warm
and a little spongy. She took a deep breath and squeezed
again, with a bit more force. By the time she repeated this
a third time, it no longer gave a flinch!  She really used
considerable force (maybe not quite as hard as she COULD,
but certainly as hard as her confidence allowed), and still
she barely made a dent in it!

"How? I..."

For a moment, she looked a little startled, and a sheen of
sweat appeared on her forehead. The tiger was far gone, all
of a sudden. Would she ever be able to accommodate THIS??
Where oh where along the way had this crazy plan settled
itself in that silly mind of her?

Shaq was watching - and enjoying - her every move and
recognized her hesitation.

"You wanted to drive Shaq's Little Red Corvette, but does
Anna Kournikova have what it TAKES to drive Shaq's Little
Red Corvette?" he teasingly whispered.

Anna chuckled. Little? Yeah right...

But she never refused a gauntlet that was thrown at her.
Challenges like these were exactly what she needed to get
going. She didn't answer with words, but with deeds; without
loosening her grip, she stood up from Shaq's lap and then
slowly pulled Johnson towards her.

"There's only one way to find out, isn't there?"

Her eyes remained focused on Shaq's face and she kept
grinning evilly all the way. He liked her naughty! He had to
move with her, sinking deeper into the seat. Until his rigid
pole ended up right between her slender legs, almost
touching her shorts.

Without saying another word, Anna used one hand to pull her
left trouser leg wide, and bent through her knees. Teasingly
slow, she let Shaq watch his dick crawl under the fabric
towards Ground Zero. When she felt the enormous hot head
plant itself against her pussylips, she bent a fraction
further still to steady it, and then used both hands to
stretch her cunny open as far as possible.

She puffed, and her breaths shortened while she continued
bending.

The shorts were covering things up, but Shaq could do
without pictures; he could feel her pussy slowly nibble down
on him, like eating a big veined sausage for lunch. Once her
meaty labia were pushed aside, Anna let them close
themselves back around his bulky mushroom. Once more she
took a deep breath, and continued lowering herself further
on her lover. But with every inch, more doubts crept into
her mind.

"Ooh God... help me..."

She gritted her teeth and was fighting the tears; this phase
was far from comfortable. Trying to reorganize internally to
adjust around Shaq proved a little more challenging than
hoped for! Over a minute of fruitless gymnastics must have
passed, after which STILL more than half of Shaq's
battering-ram was sticking out. The undeniable conclusion
was, that there was no progress to speak of.

With tears running down the cheeks of her red face, Anna
finally shouted in frustration.

"Arghhhh! It DOESN'T WORK!"

Disillusioned she stood up, guided his dick out with her
hands, and stepped aside.

The horny teen had lusted so long after him. She had gone
through so much planning and effort to spend some quality
time with the dangerous big teddy bear of her dreams. And
now it turned out he was of a different scale!

"I'm so sorry. What was I thinking, what was I THINKING? I
should have known right from the start that you are just too
big."

She was almost sobbing in impotence.

"This was just not meant to be. But the dildo I practiced
with was the biggest they sold; what more could I do? TELL
ME!"

"Now, now, now... - Shaq replied in a fatherly tone.

"Don't tell me our tennis star is already giving up! I wanna
fuck you today, sweetie. Just relax and leave this to Shaq."

His voice was calm and confident.

He flashed his pearly white teeth, and the golden one. It
served to divert Anna's attention while he secretly piloted
one hand through the curtain of hair she had draped over his
chest. She gave a little squeal of surprise as she felt his
warm fingers slide over her flank, by touch searching for
her (too) tight pussy. She smiled through her tears when she
understood, and adjusted her position to help his seeking
hand; in response, he flattened it and smoothly slid it into
the shorts.

Anna got goose bumps from the sudden shell of heat over her
sex. A pleasant and comforting feeling. Almost immediately
fingers started to wriggle, tickling at her mound. It made
her pant in anticipation.

"Dr. Shaq thinks he recognizes your condition, and will now
proceed with the standard treatment."

It sounded almost official!

A shiver crawled up Anna's back when the strong guy suddenly
lifted his hand into the cleft of her legs, with such
incredible force that she almost became weightless.

"Ooohh... SHIT!"

It was not all that clear for her what exactly was going on
down there. But it felt as if, under gravity's pull, his
knuckles were slowly swallowed by her fat labia like in
quicksand. Next, something that couldn't be anything else
but his middle finger got deployed, poking into her. Using
the knuckles as extra support to carry her weight, Shaq then
started finger-fucking the Russian. Like a small but very
rigid dick, his digit stimulated all the right spots inside
her.

At least SOMETHING of Shaq that fit into her!

"Mmmmmmmhh... Yeah! Whoa!"

Anna's breathing got heavier and she was panting through her
cute little pouted lips while Shaquille kept probing into
her. Again and again he lifted her up, putting her on the
tips of her toes and making her raise her ass as high in the
air as possible.

"S-Steady... Hooo!"

She could barely keep her balance by holding onto Johnson
during the entire ride on Shaq's Shovel.

Her heat was really rising quickly under his expert touch,
coming up with new surprises every minute. A comprehensive
anthology from his oeuvre of inventive pussy-poking,
circling and stretching. And was that his thumb circling
around her clit? Whatever it was, it turned up the volume of
her moaning and enticed her to eagerly knead the dick in her
hands.

"Oh FUCK yeah... Don't stop now! JEZUS!!"

If she was raising her ass, it was not to escape his touch,
but to fight a premature climax. This ride deserved to last
awhile!

"SLOWER...no...shit. DON'T... Yeah, keep...keep it like
THIS!"

Shaq grimaced and grinned. Another lady wrapped around his
finger! Yes, he was popular because of his size. But size
wasn't EVERYTHING. You need to know how to please the
ladies, he thought while skillfully teasing her clitoris to
further juice her up.

"FUCK, you're GOOD Shaq. Whoa!"

The rubbing and poking drove her out of her mind, and only
stopped when Shaq could feel the first modest spasms shoot
through her pussy. The telltale signs of a girl approaching
the finishline.

No need to orgasm already.

Shaq retracted his hands out of Anna's shorts, causing some
soppy sounds. Several of his fingers were coated in thick
girl-cum.

Anna was still squeezing Johnson. She looked a bit distant
and had a contented smile on her face. She giggled and
seemed naughtier than ever indeed. No question that Shaq's
little manual intermezzo had brought her back in the right
mood. Gone were those negative feelings!

"G-Good. GREAT! And...now it's MY turn, Mister!"

Damn, was SHE horny!

In anticipation, Shaq watched her lock her eyes with his;
she licked her lips, and moved towards the dick she was
still firmly holding. All her spontaneous squeezing and
kneading had pumped a considerable amount of precum out of
Shaq, and he was convinced she was so turned on that she was
planning to lick it off. To the very last drop, for sure!

Her sexy lips parted and her tongue curled out, ready to lap
his slimy dickhead.

Shaq saw it coming but was too late.

"Hey, lady!"

Anna attacked him sideways, like when your ice cream has
started leaking, and managed to suck the bottom of his glans
clean in one swift move.

"Better not suck up all the Oil of O'Neal, pumpkin. We're
going to need it soon!"

He sure liked the feeling of her soft tongue lapping him,
but still he had the clarity of mind to hold her off when
she ignored his command. "Slap, slap." Shaq gave Anna's
cheeks some wet slaps with his prick. Threads of male liquid
covered her face.

"I said DON'T. I don't remember a tactical briefing with
these guidelines, do YOU?"

Anna moaned in protest.

As consolation, he encouraged her to suck the fingers that
were soaked with her own nectar. And just ONE portion; they
weren't going to spill ALL the results of his groundwork.

 -œHmmm -- So THESE little fellows have been at work down there,
eh? - Anna managed to giggle before she wrapped her
full-lipped mouth around them.

She happily sucked her juices from his fingers, but also
moaned in disappointment once she had cleaned them. Far too
soon. It was downright cruel to heat her up like that,
without giving her the chance to PROPERLY release all the
piled up lust. It was SHAQ she wanted, not some poor
masturbation-upgrade!

But they were following Shaq's game plan. And Anna was the
ball that needed to be netted.

"Whoa!"

Again Anna yelped in surprise as this time the center's
hands grabbed her love handles and unexpectedly lifted her
up like a feather. She found herself straddling his waist
for the second time. Before she could even protest, Shaq dug
his fingers between her smooth flesh and the waistband of
her boxers, and totally shredded the measly piece of
textile. Rags were flying in all directions. He wouldn't
have admitted it, but Anna was not the only one with
piled-up lust. And Shaq could pile up quite a bit more than
she! The fact that her pussy had been hidden from his hungry
eyes all the time was driving him crazy. He hadn't even seen
her TITS yet, for Christ's sake!

"HEY, what?!?" Anna complained.

In a strange reflex of shame the Russian shielded her cunny
with both hands. A cute coy smile flashed over her face as a
surprised Shaq stared at her. Was it because she hadn -(TM)t been
prepared for his bold move?

He laughed when he spotted the spontaneous blush on her
cheeks.

"Hahaha! I can't BELIEVE it. Hahaha! Say it isn't true!"

 -œNow, why did you -- -

He didn't let her finish, but put up a falsetto and
squeaked:

"Don't be afraid of Big Shaq, darling. He won't hurt you,
LOL"

It had almost looked as if Anna was going to pull down the
T-shirt to protect her flower! Only very slowly, her
confident self returned. What was left was a slight
embarrassment about her "little girl" reflex.

"Now show Shaq what you have in store for him."

With his hand, Shaq tried to encourage Anna to remove her
shielding. But she backed off.

 -œHohooo! Nooot! -

She now quickly regained her self-control and took over the
initiative. Anna wasn't going to lift her iron curtain just
like that, now! NOT after Shaq had ruined her outfit. That
deserved punishment of some kind. If he was thinking he
could just TAKE her as he wanted, he would have to think
again. That's not how the game was played with Anna. She was
only TAKEN if and when she WANTED to be taken. Multiple
times MVP or not.

"Didn't your mommy teach you patience, little Shaq?
Paaaatience..."

"Stop acting stupid. How can I fuck properly what I can't
see?"

The giant center was no longer sounding amused. In fact, his
current language didn't exactly please her. Don't they get
fines for this kind of inappropriate behaviour?

Anna didn't even lift an eyebrow. She was not impressed. Was
it because she was brave, or stupid? Or maybe both? In a
teasing super slowmo, she first pressed her hands tighter
against her crotch, as if to guard it even better, and then
sensually opened up the protective shell.

Shaq watched silently, fascinated by how her cunny gradually
peeped through between her parting thumbs.

It was one hell of a mouth-watering show. What first struck
Shaq was her bush, shaven in the shape of a heart. The exact
same shape as the heart she was wearing on her delicate
necklace. If there was one thing that was absolutely sexy,
it was this! A beautiful example of careful and tasteful
trimming. The fluffy blond curls looked like God himself had
stroked them down with his pencil. They fit perfectly into
one of the most elegant pubic clefts ever to be found
between a girl's hips. Anna was an ambassador of stylish
aesthetics, both between and around her legs. If it was true
that the perfect girl didn't exist, it almost had to mean
that her feet were ugly!

 -œShit, baby -- -

As if hypnotized, Shaq was holding his breath while he
followed Anna's hands retract further. She pressed her index
fingers into the skin folds on both sides of her smooth
mound, dragging her puffy labia along as she moved higher
up.

He swallowed when the meaty outer lips bounced back after
stretching. For a short moment, he had the rare privilege to
descry her pink petals before they were warmly tucked in
again.

"Holy shit... holy shit... holy shit..."

He was whispering a mantra of desire to himself, and
swallowed again. Most pussies he had fucked felt hot and
soft, but rarely did they advertise this on the outside as
efficiently as Anna's. The LA center was starting to sweat
like a horse from all this visual stimulus, now also backed
up by Anna's soft moans.

"Oh man, it's getting hot here, phew! IMPOSSIBLY hot."

If he had been wearing a tie, he would have no doubt
loosened it! In the absence of one, his reflex was to use
the piece of Anna's shredded boxers, that he was still
holding in his hands, to dip his forehead. When a sweet,
musky fragrance penetrated into his nose, he understood he
was sopping his forehead in girl-cum from the soaked
textile. The same pussy-juice that was leaving glistening
traces on her lips in the center of his hypnotized stare.

 -œSucculent, just succulent, - he mumbled.

At long last, Anna seemed wet enough to be fuckable.

Oh yeah, the manual intermezzo and the purpose behind it...
Already it had almost disappeared in the sensual fog
covering his mind.

Now it was HIS turn to fight his instincts. If he still
wanted to smoothly run his sword through her, he couldn't
afford to succumb. Succumb to the strong visual messages
that Anna's ravishing flesh was printing into the lowest
layers of his brain: EAT ME OUT.

He truly was fighting one of the toughest battles men are
faced with: holding yourself together while your senses are
bombed with signals of readiness, health, fertility... The
whole female seduction-gamma. And all of that just there for
the tasting. A glass of water would have helped right now,
when poured out over his head, that is.

"Owww... you LIKE that, don't you, Big Boy? - Anna hissed.

She felt like pulling the strings of a puppet when she
watched his bulging eyes track her under body, as she
sensually swayed it from side to side. It was not that much
different from a mule chasing a carrot on a string. Rather
amusing. Men were SO easy to play with.

Shaq groaned. He sniffed loudly and gave himself a slap in
the face to break the spell. There was WORK to be done.

He presented the giggling Russian an inviting
gentleman-hand.

"The Shaq Express only stops once, lady. What will it be? Do
you want a free ride, or do you wait for the next train?"

"I think I -(TM)ll take the ride, Big Boy." Anna smiled. She was
truly pleased by Shaq's sudden change in style. This was
more like how she was used to be treated!

Docile, she let Shaq guide her hand towards his dick,
assisting him to line it up again between her slender legs.
She had learned her lesson: her disastrous first attempt had
convinced her to put the expert in control this time.

"Hold it like this. Yes, and now keep it that way."

Anna did as instructed. A blend of doubt, curiosity and a
little bit of fear washed over her as she felt Shaq's size
and hotness. She used her own free hand to lift her shirt so
she could keep a close eye on progress.

It still looked impossible.

Now Shaq's other arm stretched out. He stuck out his middle
and index finger and pressed them together, and then up
against Anna's plump lips. Not as hard as before, pushing
them in just a little. The intimate touch caused a shiver of
anticipation in Anna while she listened to his countdown.

"3...2...1..."

Anna gasped in surprise at the count of zero; Shaq started a
series of faster and faster scissor-like movements. He
pushed up, spreading his two strong fingers, then dropped
while joining them again. Again and again and again, and
again. Faster and faster. Spreading his scissor - and Anna's
love-pillows - wider each time. It was outrageously
arousing, and she couldn't help following his every move
with her body. Her pussy had never, well, "fluttered" like
this.

"Oh God!!! Oh GOD!!"

She barely seemed to have time to breathe. Two or three
times during her dance, she had to let go of Johnson and
grab him back.

"S-slow down!! Slow-w down!"

Shaq was applying the right tactics yet again. No matter how
unsure Anna had been just minutes ago, now she was starting
to feel more receptive than ever. She lost some of her
much-needed juices in the thorough intimate massage, but
immediately oozed new ones from deep inside. It was like
Shaq was handling a fruit press.

"Keep dancing, baby. Move that ass. Yeah! That's the way to
do it, sweetie!"

Shaq didn't slow down at all, and pretty soon a hot glow
shot through Anna from the inside. It seemed to turn her
lower body into one hot molten mass. With a cavity in it
that desperately needed to be FILLED. The treatment had
awakened a deeply hidden, sleeping female instinct in Anna:
an urge to tightly wrap herself around something. If someone
would have asked her to sink onto a baseball bat, she would
have thought it possible. ANYTHING was acceptable now.

Even Shaq.

Who was meanwhile keeping cooler than cool, coaching
"Project Touchdown" with his usual, commanding voice.

"Bear... down... NOW!"

The shot was lined up with laser accuracy. His timing was
flawless.

On the word  -~go, -(TM) Anna relaxed all her muscles and slid down
on Shaq precisely during a pussy-maximum. In one single
smooth move, she slipped over his dick, ending up about
three quarters down. Even with a quarter left, that meant
Seriously Stuffed.

"Ughf..."

It truly knocked the air out of Anna's lungs, and pussy. She
threw back her head, eyes closed, and uttered some deep
guttural moans. In and under her, Shaq was also breathing
heavy. Those were some quite intense moments for both!

"Well done, baby. WELL done!" Shaq whispered after a few
seconds of recovery, and encouragingly smacked her
ass-cheeks. They quivered like two sexy heaps of Jello.

Slowly, an impaled Anna tried to come to grips with her
current state; she had never felt as *complete* as this, for
sure. Her mind started flying circles around this new focal
point, seated deep inside of her. Already it seemed to
BELONG there: the missing piece of her personal puzzle, lost
since the very day of her birth. It was a happy reunion that
made her speechless.

With some imagination, one could spot a small bulge stand
out in her flat tummy while her chest was heaving. Shaq
grinned and gave it a playful poke.

"Hey buddy, how are you feeling there on the other side?"

"Gngngngngnggg..."

Anna's bottom lip quivered as the vibrations resonated up
and down around his rigid pole inside her, acting like an
antenna. The resulting micro-contractions along Anna's pussy
walls finalised the first part of her "docking sequence", by
lowering her another few inches onto his stake. Shaq was
doing MORE than just jokingly playing around; each of his
moves, each of his touches had its precise purpose. He
grinned, satisfied. No matter how often he had done it,
every time he was still amazed how each and every girl,
given sufficient attention and stimulus, would finally fit
around his girth this far. Just the last 20% proved to be a
matter of hit and miss. But let's see about that later!



Chapter Six


Anna's breathing had started slowing down a little and she
flashed her eyes. She still looked a little dazed, but was
nevertheless slowly getting used to the "presence". The
classical symptoms of the ShaqCockShock were starting to
fade.

"How does my little tennis princess feel?"

It was not a question out of interest; Shaq's conceited
smile illustrated that he obviously just wanted to hear her
stumble in her own words how "impressed" she was. He loved
to confront his love toys with their own disorientation.

"G-g-good... I-i-it feels great." Anna stumbled, like all
the others before her. Her breathing was still coming in
short pants.

"Of course it does, sweetie, of course. But..."

Shaq moved his hand between their legs and made a few
stroking movements along the 20% that hadn't penetrated yet
into the Russian, slapping against her intimate flesh.

"... but I'm afraid we aren't quite there yet."

"Huh?"

One extra frown developed on Anna's distorted face. Her body
communicated to her that she was completely stuffed. That
was one of the few things she was absolutely certain of,
under these otherwise confusing circumstances. It was almost
unthinkable that she had understood Shaq correctly, like a
shock to your belief system.

"W-w-what??"

Shaq didn't answer but let his body sink lower into the
backseat so it ended up more horizontal. Anna was totally
connected and had to shuffle backwards to follow. Then he
put his hands behind her back and made her lay down on his
enormous chest. Within seconds, she could feel the
comforting heat of his body seep through the thin T-shirt
into her tits. It was cozy for sure! She wouldn't get much
time to warm them, though.

"Ughh! -

Anna grunted and flashed her eyes wide open when Shaq
suddenly pounded into her with a few quick movements of his
hips. Just before she would rebound from his last slap, she
could feel a warm hand palm cup her left buttock. Shaq had
frozen her in the middle of the action, at the point where a
maximum of cock-clenching pussy flesh was dragged out.

"Wadda you... hmmmm..."

Anna underwent all this quite passively, still dazzled,
lying with her cheek buried in his ticklish chest hair.

"Give Shaq a moment, sweetie."

With his giant reach, he now piloted his other hand between
her butt cheeks; first he used his index finger to slowly
trace the ring of pussy tissue that sealed off his
penetration. Anna tightened around him, and produced some
faint murmuring in response.

"Little Anna likes this, doesn't she? Haha..."

Then he started gently squeezing the delicate and
nerve-saturated tissue that otherwise remained safely hidden
inside her. 

"O-o-ooohmm-m-m...Oh fuck..oh -

Unprecedented sensations crawled up from between Anna's
thighs. Spontaneously, her body started writhing against
Shaq while her pussy rippled along the entire length of his
shaft, milking what had to be the last drops of precum out
of it. It was in a trance of lust that Anna now repeatedly
pushed down on Shaq with all the power in her arms, fucking
herself onto his tool. Self-service like you never saw!

"O-o-ohh. F-FUCK y-yeah!! FUCK'" she shouted while she
continued humping him like mad, her face wrinkled by waves
of lust.

"That's more like it! Yesss baby...you'll get there, GO ON!
Aaaahhh."

Shaq carefully lined up his body to give Anna the best
chance to bear down as deep as possible, to make her gain
those precious couple of extra inches during her explosion.

"Keep going baby! Shake Shaq!"

After a short but intense workout, Anna finally collapsed
exhausted onto his chest again, panting and gasping from all
her push-work. Her shirt stuck to her skin, soaked in their
sweat.

"Good work, baby. Good work..." Shaq panted, as he softly
stroked her hair and planted a kiss onto her forehead. "You
done well."

He had silently hoped Anna would be able to embrace him
completely. But although there was SOME progress, his
trained senses told him that would be out of reach with this
format of girl. Unless he would almost split her in two, but
he figured she didn't fancy that idea. At this moment at
least.

They had reached base camp though, and it was time to
overview the battlefield.

Putting his strong hands under her armpits, he straightened
her limp upper body so she ended up sitting upright.

"That's my girl..."

Anna had her eyes closed again and her mouth was opened as
if frozen in the middle of a scream. No word escaped her
trembling, drooling lips; it would have been
incomprehensible gibberish anyway. There was simply no place
for high-level brain activity; the rapid heartbeats of her
lover oscillated through his walled-in cock, transferring
the vibrations directly to her female core. It constantly
steered her thoughts inwards, forcing her brain to
concentrate on this  -~guest, -(TM) the most important thing in her
private little world right now. Her third heart was pumping
like crazy, as if it had to feed the additional organ.

She needed several seconds to acclimate again to the
presence inside her, now that it was even DEEPER. Finally,
her eyes opened and a silly smile settled itself in the
middle of a bright face. It was starting to feel good, REAL
good.

"Is...is...is it all in? - she inquired with some difficulty.

Shaq nodded in confirmation.

"I can feel you squeeze aaaaall around me, baby."

Anna tried to mobilize all her mental powers to concentrate
on regrouping herself. And, as if she hadn't lost control
for even a single second, she started giving directions
right away.

"L-Listen to me."

With both hands, she clamped Shaq's wrist and guided his
hand under her T-shirt, towards her tits.

"Touch me here, KNEAD me."

She started encouraging Shaq to mould them and stimulate her
nipples which were firmly standing out by now.

"I want to feel your desire shoot through me. Through your
hands."

Shaq slowly regained control over his own hands, and started
a completely blind, manual evaluation of Anna's breasts.

"Aaah YES. THAT's what I want. THAT's it, do you
understand?"

Sure Shaq did; with purposeful little pinches and kneading,
he determined that Anna's two hidden treasures weren't big,
but well-shaped and firm. He still preferred hooters, but
these had their own charm.

"Oh FUCK yeah. You black guys know how to touch a girl!"

Anna moaned loudly. Shaq's touch seemed to stimulate nerves
that reached right down to her pussy. At long last, she
crossed her arms and lifted the shirt over her head. She had
to chuckle when she noticed the flash of desire in
Shaquille's eyes the moment her beautiful athletic body was
finally revealed to him. She flicked her hair behind her
back to give his hungry eyes full access.

"Oh my...Thank...you...GOD!"

The words seemed to find their way out of Shaq all by
themselves.

While her lover paused to devour her visually, Anna started
a slow ride, holding back at first because hopping looked
out of the question with a snug fit like this. She really
didn't feel like turning her reproductive system inside out.

Anna was in control of the pace and carefully listened to
her body to reach a perfect soothing resonance. She cooed
softly each time Shaq's cock head stimulated the right spots
on her inside. After every two to three normal wobbles, she
would raise on her toes a little to make a small hump.  She
was learning the finesses of riding Shaq, and she was
learning fast. A great example of reward-based training!

Meanwhile Shaq actually didn't feel all that much himself,
but he enjoyed the panorama. 

It wasn't hard to spot that she was glowing. The fur of a
kitten acquires a sheen when you stroke and pet it.
Likewise, Anna's body seemed to optimally present itself
once she had planted herself fully onto a penis of this
magnificance. A healthy blush spread all over her soft skin,
her hair feeling silkier than ever. Her nipples were budding
quite spectacularly, and seemed to vibrate even when Shaq
merely breathed in their general direction. Her smooth skin
looked like it was tightly stretching itself around her
entire body, in particular around those delicious butt
cheeks. The rather stressed grooves in her face had given
way to an expression of complete relaxation. With those
bright eyes shut down, she looked so soft and innocent!

At the same time, she was one big nerve at the moment, and
Shaq craved the idea that he was responsible. Watching and
feeling her shine brightly was quite stimulating. He noticed
that she was an unusual mix of hard and soft. Her body was
taut and trim, but he could feel with his own hands that she
was padded and cushioned in all the right spots for sex
without sharp edges. He was confident that, once he was
REALLY going to fuck her (!), it was going to be nice and
comfortable for him, without feeling like pounding into a
sack of blubber. Furthermore, her athletic qualities
convinced him he wouldn't have to hold back, either. Her
arms were pretty muscled for their slender appearance, and
ended in rather broad shoulders. He also noted her sturdy
bone structure; contrary to Anna's belief, he would have a
LOT of trouble to crush them if he wanted to! She could
handle a thorough fuck for sure. Let's say a 9 on the Scale
of Shaq.

Anna was a perfect match for Shaquille O'Neal... to give
free rein to his passions.

It would have been interesting to find out what the object
of his desire itself would have to say if he wouldn't keep
those thoughts for himself!



Chapter Seven


That object was still riding him slowly, and now bent her
body over to hold onto his shoulders. She kissed him
passionately, massaging his neck and shoulders when the
pleasurable feelings made her ball her small fists. After
their lips parted, he squeezed those thick little cheeks of
her.

"Do they call THAT training?"

Anna had to laugh. Which said a lot about the state of mind
she was in. Normally, a remark like that would make her
explode in furious anger.

"I like it, though. You're definitely softer than the other
athletic types I fucked."

As an illustration, his lustful hands wandered all over
Anna, touching her in her special places.

"Murzik can be as hard or soft as her partner likes, Big
Boy."

She made another small hop, and gasped.

"But NOT quite as... as hard as that piece of you in here,"
she murmled, stroking with her hand over the small bulge on
her flat tummy.

"I'm starting to understand why the Girls were always
talking about 'Magic Johnson'."

"HAHAHAHA... WHAHAHA-HA."

Anna's comical mixup made Shaq shake with laughter. Which of
course, in turn, made Anna shake as well, on top of him.

"Wha-ha-hat's so-o f-fun-ny?" she stumbled.

"It shows you haven't been into basketball for all that
long, sweetheart. I think there's some confusion here with
one of my childhood heroes; but let me add it's safer to
ride Shaq's Johnson than it is to ride Magic's, nowadays."
 
Anna decided to not even attempt to make sense out of this.
Her mind had to go in overdrive to do more than just handle
the pleasure signals.

"So, are there maybe any other black guys you would have
liked to fuck you? Or did you only dream of me?"

Anna produced some ripples in her forehead. "I don't know.
It's not just that you're BLACK, you know."

She still kept rocking back and forth in a steady pace,
trying not to break the comforting rhythm of the throbbing
inside her. She paused long between her lines.

Then, in a boyish way, she whispered: "They say it must be
awesome to fuck Mohammed Ali, though."

"Oh yeah? How's that? He's another one of my big heroes,
actually. We grew up with guys like him, Magic, Martin
Luther King and B.A. Baracus."

"Well," Anna continued in a conspirational tone, "he must be
like one big VIBRATOR, LOL."

Now it was her turn to burst out in laughter; her voice
resounded through the roomy interior, but quieted down
rather quickly. It was kinda spooky how Shaq didn't seem to
react at all. In fact he had stopped cooperating with her
relaxing fuck-rhythm and his face looked serious and
(almost) pale. Anna stopped completely in her tracks now,
too. The confused girl kept her breath, and a few infinitely
long seconds of total silence followed.

"DON'T YOU FUCK WITH SHAQ'S HEROES, you little minx!"

Shaq's thundering voice made Anna's belly shake, and she had
a mental image of her hair being blown away by an explosion,
like you see in those cartoon movies.

"Seems like Shaq needs to teach this hussy some respect for
her black brothers, young lady!"

The echo of his tirade hadn't even died yet, as he
immediately took the lead in their love-ride and imposed a
totally CRAZY pace.

"Wai-ait! I thi-i-ink..."

"Think? THINK? On board the Shaqmobile, girls don't need to
worry about anything. They are BEING taken care of by Shaq.
HE does the thinking. And what HE thinks is that it is time
for some action that is enjoyable for HIM."

"W-what??"

"You're going to be shaken by Shaq, not stirred. Just the
way Mr. Bond likes it! - he laughed evilly with his allusion
on the offer by Anna's management to make her the Bond Girl
in the latest in the series.

And James was not there to save her; he had his hands full
with Halle Berry. Nobody would stop the Shaq Show.

"Ladies and gentlemen. This is your Shaq speaking. Fasten
your seatbelts, there is turbulence ahead of us.
SHAAAA-A-A-Q AT-TAAAAA-A-ACK!"

"Are you cr... ugh!"

Anna's useless complaining was choked in another wave of
bone-crunching penetrations.

"STOH-OH-OH-OH-OOOHP!"

Shaq paid no attention to her chopped-up pleas, but instead
kept pounding into her with all his power. Clamping his
shovels onto her love handles, to keep her from being
launched into space with each smash of his hips, and to pull
her back onto his stake.

The impudent brat wanted it rough? She would GET it rough.
He would stuff her with her much-wanted black cock until she
had indigestion. Anna had accidentally removed his trigger
lock, and she was going to pay the consequences. No wailing
in the world would help her.

"NO-OH-OH-OH-OH!"

Anna thought she experienced a mini-NDE each time Shaq
blasted through her. Everything went black on the way in,
and before it cleared up again the next blast already
arrived! Tears were welling up from behind her beautiful
green eyes, from seeing Heaven and Hell at the same time. A
new experience for her, since it seems Enrique had shown her
Purgatory at most.

She looked like throwing up each time the head of his cock
planted itself violently into the sensitive tissue at the
back of... was it her womb? To her, it felt like he was
sticking his blunt hammer into the back of her throat - from
behind!

Indeed, all of a sudden it seemed no longer such a problem
for Shaq to bottom out into "a girl of this format." Where
there's a will, there's a way! Her firm tits, no matter how
sturdy they normally were, were liquefied by the intense
movements and swayed in all directions. Shaq was truly
pistoning in and out of the Russian, producing rubbery
noises as his tool made its way inside. What was he drilling
for? Whatever it was, even for Anna it came as somewhat of a
revelation how DEEP she actually was. She had no idea,
simply because she had never been exploited properly. Shaq
indeed opened up new internal vistas by plowing into her.
Judging by her miserable groaning, she didn't exactly enjoy
those new vistas.

"Uugh...have m-mercy!! Nngh..."

But her hard athletic body could handle it, and responded
well. Slowly, a warm feeling of well-being started to swell
up from the depths of her lower regions and extinguish the
pain. Numbness was soon replaced by an overwhelming
sensation: a sparkling that started small, like a tiny piece
of fireworks that was lit up, but seemed to rapidly ignite a
whole cascade throughout her battered body. It made her
forget all the discomfort in a wink, and scream in bliss.

"F-Fuck YEAAAH!"

Her orgasm immediately detonated in full glory, and as Shaq
kept pounding into her throughout, she was actually caught
up by a second one before the first could fade away.

Shaq, almost rubbed senseless by the Russian's tight
anatomy, now also couldn't hold it any longer. The piled-up
cum had made his balls ache like hell for quite some time
already.

"Nnnnnnnggh..."

His hips bucked up one last time, as he clung Anna down on
them. Then his white-hot spunk shot forward, coating every
small cavity inside her. The residue seeped through the rare
cracks between his pulsating dick and the surrounding pussy
walls. It was a weird feeling for Anna, but also mild, like
a spraying warm-water showerhead implanted deep into her.

Many powerful spurts later, the LA Lakers giant gurgled and
collapsed.

At last Anna was now also given the chance to come down from
her high. It truly was something different. A rocket in
orbit doesn't quite come down like a regular airplane. With
a loud sigh she collapsed on top of Shaq.



Chapter Eight


Perhaps surprisingly, Anna showed no intention to run. There
was not a trace of panic or fear left in her eyes or pose.
Yet, she hadn't ACTED those strong emotions just seconds
ago, when Shaq went out of control. She had fruitlessly
pounded into him with bare fists; she had bucked and writhed
her body to escape from his grip. But if she was REALLY
honest with herself, she had to admit (and Shaq had sensed
it) that the fight she put up had been a mock fight. Her
claws were pulled in.

It was self-deception of the highest order to not admit to
herself that a subconscious, primal desire had taken
possession of her, months ago. The night when the little
horny devil, whispering into her ear on her left shoulder,
had won from the peaceful angel on the right.

"Of course there's nothing wrong with giving in to your
desires, Anna."

And where was the expected backlash? There was none,
apparently. She had been a naughty girl, she had cheated on
Enrique and she had enjoyed it, and she was going to get
away with it! A princess could get away with anything. It
was proven yet again, and she made a mental note of it. Good
to know for her next escapade!

EXHAUSTED she was, yes. Barely able to lift her head off
Shaq's heaving chest, even. No more workouts needed for the
rest of the week for sure.

In the warm soothing afterglow, she enjoyed Shaq's soft
caressing of her body, that was draped limply over him.
Digging the awareness that, even now, he just couldn't stop
exploring it. How he used both hands to delicately knead her
bottom, to relax her after the tension he had put her
through. How he then gently spread her butt cheeks apart.
How he then used his finger to sample some cum from her
soaked pussy, and rub it around her little brown hole. How
he teasingly circled around it. How he then proceeded
splitting her buttocks even wider and gently dipped a finger
into...

Wait a sec??

"Wha-mmmhmhhmhmhmmmm!!!"

Anna tried to protest but Shaq quickly silenced her with his
huge hand.

"Shhhhh baby..."

There were a few TOO many hands working on her ass. And Shaq
was not an octopus. But, dazed as she still was, it had
taken her a while to figure out that a second person was
fondling her. Suddenly, she could feel a warm cushioning
feeling in her lower back. It was Wilson's donut-belly
settling itself in the sensual curvature. He had moved in
behind her, and was bending over to enclose her in a human
vice.

She never heard him return. Wild sex had completely occupied
her senses. His head was clear by now, but no doubt his nuts
were full!

"Ho-ho, baby! Wilson's going to enjoy humping this HOT
little body!"

His big filthy hands were touching and feeling all over her,
while Shaq held her arms tight.

"P-please don't!"

Her eyes were shooting fear and panic, pure and 100% genuine
this time, as the LA center whispered into her ear:

"Shaq is a team player, sweetie, and if you want to play
with Shaq, you have to be one too; forgot to tell you."

Wilson was still on Shaq's team...

"Let...let me go!"

"Shhh... Relax, baby, relax or it might hurt. We don't want
it to hurt, do we?"

Anna tried a variety of muscles to plan an escape-route, but
quickly realized she was completely caged. They made sure
she wasn't CRUSHED, but she also couldn't move. One could
argue that it was a perfect source of stability and safety
during the thorough fucking she was no doubt about to
receive. Putting negative emotions aside, Anna would have
recognized that it also felt rather cozy and secure in some
way. But at the moment, she wasn't quite open-minded enough
to look at it that way.

Wilson didn't say much but went right into business. He
obviously was more interested in Anna's sweet ass than in a
conversaton with the tennis star.

He pulled out the cum-drenched finger he had been sopping
into her up to the knuckle, and now aimed his willy for the
same target.

"No please, don't...Pl...Ugh!"

Anna moaned again when she felt the blunt tip resolutely
work its way down her tightest hole. As far as she was
concerned, she had HAD her share of ground-breaking kicks
for today. Adding a first anal penetration PLUS a first
double penetration was a bit too much. Those were planned
for another date. In fact, because of the fresh memory of
what it meant to be taken by Shaq ALONE, the idea of having
a second dick mess around in her at the same time made her
slightly nauseous. Horror thoughts of being ripped apart
filled her panicked mind.

'He that mischief hatches, mischief catches'. And yes, even
princesses get caught, in the end!

"You can't...can't do that. I can't take this!!!"

For the moment, her body was still thinking the same. Her
sphincter tried to crush the hard nut that was forcing
itself inside, but instead only caused a pleasurable
massage. Wilson slowly moved back and forth a few times,
just to guide Anna's anal grip over the right spots, in the
right rhythm. It helped to stretch her a little, and at the
same time it enabled him to inject a useful reservoir of
precum into her. Both would facilitate further penetration.
Once the head was past a certain point, Anna's body was no
longer rejecting his dick, but instead hungrily sucking it
in.

"GRrrrrr!"

Anna gritted her teeth; she hated the realization that her
body was following its own course now, welcoming the new
guest. And that, of all people, it was WILSON who was
brutally invading her like this against her will. Anally
fucked by a FAT PIG! The pain was one thing, the humiliation
much worse.

Wilson closed his eyes and concentrated on the mental image
of a ring, made out of pure pleasure, moving over the top of
his dick. Meanwhile he kept massaging Anna's titties with
his hands, gently twisting her nipples between thumb and
index finger... It almost looked like he was tuning her anal
caressing like a transistor radio. Inch by inch, he
conquered her tightest channel, concentrating on the goal at
hand: a handshake between his and Shaq's awakening cock
head, deep inside unconquered territory.

"Dr. Shaqcock, I presume?"

Slowly, he started moving in and out, progressing further
with each thrust.

"Ahw...Ahw...Oooh!Ahw..."

Anna's sexy little squeals and grunts were a joy to the ears
and now also started to turn Shaq on again. He had been
holding her hands up in the air, in his own giant paws,
holding her body stretched upright and absorbing the energy
when she forcefully responded to her anal probing by
clenching her hands together. He could feel his cock come to
life once more. Even in its half-flaccid state, it had been
filling Anna almost like an average erected male organ. Now
it was slowly dilating her from the inside again.

When Anna felt how her new guest, and Shaq's solidifying
member slowly got going together, she tried to stumble a
final futile protest:

"Uughhh.. Pl-pl-please guy-guys, please STOP IT! I...I can't
take thiiis!"

Sure she could, just like the numerous others who had
preceded her.

With increasing pace, the two large dicks began battering in
and out of her love receptors. Their penetrations started
perfectly timed together, but slowly got out of sync. As a
result, Anna was treated with a new unique combination of
fucking dicks from one moment to the next. After each
30-second period, the cycle would start over again, too long
a time for her busy mind to recognize a pattern and adjust
to it.

"Take it, baby... Yeah, wrap them up GOOD!" Shaq was trying
to coach her, unaware as he was of her reputation of being
hard to coach.

"Ooohchgchgr... Grrlll.."

Anna's last decipherable words were replaced by some kind of
Moscow dialect first, and primitive groans soon afterwards,
occasionally interrupted by a loud shriek when some
sensitive spot was hit. Ample perspiration, which greased
the action, illustrated that her body was taxed not unlike
during some of the toughest matches she had played in her
career.

Still, even to Anna, in all her discomfort, it had become
clear that the duo formed a well-oiled team. The carefully
choreographed dual penetrations gave away years of
disciplined training. A flawless fucking-machine, designed
to push girls to unseen heights. (Actually, the concept was
in the first place designed to push THEM to unseen heights,
but the female orgasm was a nice little side effect)

"OH GOD...Uuuuh... OH GOD."

Anna just didn't know where she had it, as her entire lower
internals seemed to be stretched and molded like a piece of
tough chewing gum. She repeatedly tried to turn her head far
enough to actually SEE what was being done to her lower half
by the two men, but of course never was quite able to do it.
She would have to visualize it... 

Her pussy and ass sucked themselves to their dicks. The
combination of all the friction, the stretching and the
poking seemed to reach into the back of her throat. It was
an explosive cocktail that was rapidly leading to the Mt.
Saint Helens of female orgasms. And made her face even more
wrinkled and distorted than during a service return.

"There you go, THEEERE you go!" Shaq diagnosed her by
reading her expression.

A few hoarse coughs was all Anna managed to produce when
finally wave after wave of intense shudders passed through
her. Awash in her third orgasm, she didn't even feel Shaq
slam into her one more time and deposit another load of
sticky cream into her womb.

At last, the machinery stopped. The wet slapping sounds and
horny grunts were replaced by a choir of heavy breathing.
The atmosphere was damp and the whole place smelled of musk.
Two randy guys had had their way with a girl here, and it
showed.

Wilson hadn't quite climaxed yet, though. Probably because
the nerve-cells in his pecker were embedded in too much
fat-tissue, he needed that little bit more stimulation.
That's why he mostly took the narrower ass of their sparring
girls. But with his lousy physical condition, he needed to
catch his second breath before going all the way.

"Gimme a second, baby. Gimme a second, phew!"

Though nearly exhausted, he already secretly enjoyed the
prospect of surprising Anna with some extra unanticipated
bonus action, after his heartbeat had slowed down to a
bearable rate again. It was a surprise that always worked.

For the moment, Anna was still too affected to realize
anything at all.

Wilson put his hands under her armpits and slowly lifted her
up from his mate's spurting dick, his own Johnson still
buried in the tennis babe's ass. Thick drops of white cream
seeped from her pussy as it kept spasming in the void,
fruitlessly craving for the stake of hot meat it had been
clamping at just seconds ago.

"Hey, don't spill the Milk Shaq, young lady!" Shaquille
chuckled, between pants.

"Hold her right there!!" he instructed Wilson, as Anna
herself wasn't exactly in a state to obey orders yet. 

Wilson steadied her in mid-air and Shaq straightened his
dick right below the dripping lips, catching the hot fluid
on his dickhead. He rubbed it into Anna's blond curls with
it, making them stick to her mound.  What a lovely dirty
sight it was!! He hooked first one, and then two of his
enormous fingers into her quivering pussy, giving a few
quick jabs from left to right to coat them with some more
creamy cum, and finished off by playfully rubbing it over
her fleshy labia and clit hood.

"Who wants a piece of Russian cream pie, tadadadie,
tadadaaa...hehehe..." Shaq flashed his big white teeth while
Anna moaned aloud under the continued palpating of her most
private parts.

"Looks like you -(TM)re starting to run hot!" he joked when he
felt the hotness of her flesh.

Finally, after enjoying the view for a moment or two, Shaq
maneuvered himself away from under his intimately coupled
companions.

"She's all yours, Wilson. Gotta make a phone call, but I'll
be back," he grinned to his mate.

Quick like a dog that gets clearance from his boss, Wilson
immediately pushed Anna down on her knees on the floor, face
pressed deep into the leather seat. Holding her arms behind
her back in the least painful way possible, he continued
ferociously humping the girl's tight ass while Shaq took his
mobile.

"FUCK man, oh FUCK.....pfffff........ YEAH!... FUCK!!...
mpffff. Tight sweetie!!! I hope you like this as much as I
do!!"

The sound of dial tones mixed with the loud groans and moans
of the fucking couple.

"Hi Kobe! Shaq here... What you're up to, bud? ....  I
see.... So Carl and Horace are also there and you guys are
having fun with the Lakers Girls, HAHAHA!! That's how I know
you!!!  Wadda you say, can you repeat? What that noise is?
Wait a sec, brot'r... -

Wilson was still humping Anna for all he was worth, turning
the seats into one big mess. With each deep thrust into her
virgin bowels, more of Shaq's spunk gushed out of her pussy
that was oscillating under the anal battering.

"Hey Wilson, turn your volume down a bit, will you? You KNOW
Kobe's as deaf as a stone, man, LOL. And it's time to give
the young lady some rest, because it's goanna be a busy
night for her."

At that very moment, Wilson orgasmed and shot his load into
Anna's ass, producing a primal howl that made the windows of
the van shudder.

"Kobe....you still there buddy? Yeah... tell the guys to get
their asses over to Shaq Palace. And bring some beer with
you, will you? No... You can leave the ladies there; we have
one here. CU there, man!"
 
Barely conscious and dripping in sweat and cum, Anna was
dropped onto the seats.

A strange mixture of panic and impatient longing filled her,
as the van drove off in the capable hands of Wilson, heading
towards Shaq Palace together with at least four other cars.

It was going to be a busy night indeed...


The End


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